The beach is packed with sun worshippers.
Strip that poncho off and lets see that British Flag one-piece you are sporting.
The exposure on this one is sorta bunk.
The pier is lined with these guys in summer. When you follow the line of the lens, the target is inevitably a young woman in a skimpy bikini.
This guy brought his chair and a cooler of beverages and camped out where all the women would be walking by. His mirrored glasses hide his eyes glued to swollen mammaries pouring out of tight bikini's.
Off to the drifter-dock in front of Starbucks.
This grannie was pouring some water on the ground for her dead homies.
Three tails freshly chopped off the end of three Thresher sharks yanked up into a hostile and uncompassionate atmosphere from the inner mouth by a hook and line.